Who moved my novel?

"Speaking of which, where is your cat?" On the train, Zhao Feng sat on the bunk opposite Xue Mo and asked doubtfully: "It's okay if you don't see it at all. What? You won't take it with you when you move?"

"It's there." Xue Mo smiled: "Just because you can't see it, you can't say it's not there."

"Here?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "Where are you?"

"There is a friend of mine in the car." After Xue Mo answered, he seemed to suddenly think of something and stood up: "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, okay, I just happened to go get a cup of hot water." Zhao Feng nodded and said nothing more.

Because of the blood ink, Zhao Feng was not only unable to fly this time, but also had to sit in a hard sleeper for more than 20 hours!

But this also has the advantage that Zhao Feng has enough time to ask everything he wants to ask.

So Zhao Feng is not in a hurry at this moment.

"Yeah." Xue Mo smiled, said nothing more, and walked straight to the bathroom.

…

"Xue Mo, Xue Mo!" The boy's voice rang from Xue Mo's ears.

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo's voice was low and hoarse.

"It's time." The boy looked seriously at Xue Mo sitting in the ice coffin: "The opportunity is ripe, make the final preparations!"

"What?" Xue Mo raised his eyelids listlessly and glanced at the person in front of him: "Forget it, I'm ready, let me leave."

"Of course you have to leave, but you don't want to disappear!" The boy grabbed Xue Mo's hand and tried to pull him out of the ice coffin: "Get up! Time is running out!"

"Forget it, forget it." Xue Mo waved his hand: "There is nothing to resist. I have no reason to stay any longer."

As he spoke, Xue Mo took his other hand out of the boy's hand: "Go and pursue what you want. Don't worry about me. I'm fine with this."

After all, the boy's strength was not as strong as that of an adult, Xue Mo. When Xue Mo pulled his hand back, the boy could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

"Don't you want to continue writing a book?" The boy found it hard to use force, so he began to use words to persuade: "Next book, next book, so many ideas, don't you want to write it?"

"I won't write anymore." Xue Mo waved his hand: "There is nothing to write about. Those...those will stay in my memory forever."

"But..." The boy was stunned, and the expression on his face froze. If this couldn't persuade Xue Mo, what else could he do?

"Okay, go ahead." Xue Mo waved his hand and lay down in the ice coffin again: "I'm tired, good night."

"Where is your cat?" The boy suddenly asked: "Is your cat still there?"

"My cat..." Xue Mo did not sit up, but the look in his eyes fluctuated obviously: "The cat..."

"Xuemo." The boy sighed and continued: "Get up, Xuemo, we have a chance. As long as we cover his 'sight' at that time, we will succeed!"

"But..." Xue Mo still seemed to be hesitating: "But can I really do it? That... that's too difficult. He is the professional, I have never learned this!"

"There's nothing you can't do." The boy looked at Xuemo seriously: "You are him, he is you, and you can do what he knows, but because your identity is the 'author', and his identity is the 'psychological consultant' Master', so this part of your knowledge has been sealed, that's all."

"Me, too?" Xue Mo looked at the boy in disbelief.

"Yes, you can too." The boy nodded: "There is a lot about this in your book, do you remember it?"

"I..." Xue Mo recalled for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, there are some."

"That's the fragment in your memory. As long as you bring out this part of the knowledge, we will definitely win!" After the boy finished speaking, he looked at Xue Mo, his eyes particularly firm.

…

"From now on, you will enter the 'Fantasy Underworld'." In the toilet, Xue Mo said to the mirror: "There, you will see many different 'masks'. So, now, three, two, one , fantasy, dark.”

Xuemo's hypnosis for himself was extremely simple, so simple that it was completed almost instantly.

"Very good, from now on, you will take off the author's mask called 'Blood Ink'. You have worn this mask for a long enough time. Ning Xin, take it off, it is time to destroy it. "

"Okay, now you are yourself again and feel at ease." Xue Mo continued to look at the mirror without looking anywhere else: "Now, take a new one from the far right of the 'Illusory Underworld' Mask out."

"That's it, it's time for us to give the new mask its attributes and background."

"So, the identity of this mask is a reader, a loyal reader of the author 'Blood Ink'. Its personality is cheerful, active, and likes to talk to people. This is completely different from 'Blood Ink', but it doesn't matter, when you wear it Put on the mask and it will naturally become like this.”

"Cheerful, active, and likes to talk to people." Xue Mo repeated it again, and then continued: "Its identity is a bookstore librarian, working in a bookstore called 'Gu Meng Xiaozhu', of course , it can be seen from the name that there is some connection between this bookstore and it. "

"..."

"Very well, the settings for the mask are already there, so now, put on the mask, put it on."

"From now on, you are Lone Dream, a reader obsessed with books, a bookstore librarian, and a bookstore owner."

"When you wake up, you are alone in your dream."

At this point, the scenery in front of Xue Mo suddenly shook, and then the mirror in front of him suddenly turned into deep black.

…

"Are you out?" When Xue Mo returned to his seat, Zhao Feng was already waiting there.

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded, sat down casually, and looked at Zhao Feng with interest: "The car is quite boring, do you want to play cards? I see a few buddies over there are fighting landlords."

"Playing cards?" Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "But I didn't bring the poker, did you bring it?"

"I brought it, but it can't be used for playing." Xue Mo said nonchalantly: "Just ask a few of you to borrow one. I'll borrow someone else by the way, so we can have a table to fight the Landlord."

"Huh?" Zhao Feng was even more confused. He frowned slightly and looked at Xue Mo: "Xue Mo, why do I feel that you seem to be a different person? You...are you still Xue Mo?"

"Who knows?" Xue Mo shrugged: "Maybe not."

"Then who are you?"

"I don't know." Xue Mo shrugged again and shook his head: "Anyway, it's not Lonely Meng."